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QUACK! QUACK!^[1]

Quack! Quack! I am on the rack,
You promised to end my pain;
For a little wealth you'd restore my health
You said; yet here I've lain
For weary weeks and for mournful months,
With pangs that are only known
To the tortured victim of the Quack,

When his faith to the winds has flown.

1. Item, August 20, 1880.